What I dream I had.
Pressed in organdy,
clothed in crinoline
of smoky burgundy;
softer than the rain.
I wandered empty streets
down past the shop displays.
I heard cathedral bells
tripping down the alley ways,
as I walked on.
And when you ran to me,
your cheeks flushed with the night.
We walked on frosted fields
of juniper and lamplight,
I held your hand.
And when I awoke
and felt you warm and near,
I kissed your honey hair
with my grateful tears.
Oh I love you, girl.
Oh, I love you.
Pressed in organdy,
clothed in crinoline
of smoky burgundy;
softer than the rain.
I wandered empty streets
down past the shop displays.
I heard cathedral bells
tripping down the alley ways,
as I walked on.
And when you ran to me,
your cheeks flushed with the night.
We walked on frosted fields
of juniper and lamplight,
I held your hand.
And when I awoke
and felt you warm and near,
I kissed your honey hair
with my grateful tears.
Oh I love you, girl.
Oh, I love you.
In my heart I am Emily, waiting to be found too...
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